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M. Savigny. 
Bruno, Hz's Valet. 

Hekriette, M. Savigny's Wife, 



COSTUMES.— MODEEN 



PKOPERTIES. 

Curtains to French window. Screen. Piano. Round table, with cover, R. A 
smaller table, with handbell on it, i,. Cabinet with bric-a-brac. Easy chair, stools, 
and other chairs. Easel, with picture on it covered by a shawl. Small table oppo- 
site window. Two hats and hat-brush on it. Newspapers. Photograph in case. 
Another photograph the same size. Large plum bun. A pile of books and blotting- 
book on table. Statuette, Venice glass. Feather duster. Articles of gentlemen's 
wearing apparel in cabinet. Small trunk, filled with toys, discovered on stage, L. 
A large Polichinelle under round table R. Two letters. Account book. 



EXPLANATION OF THE STAGE DIRECTIONS. 

R. means first entrance right and right. L., first entrance left and left. S.E.R., 
second entrance right. S.E.L., second entrance left. T.E.R., third entrance right. 
T.E.L., third entrance left. F.E.R., fourth entrance right. F.L.L., fourth entrance 
left. U.E.R., upper entrance right. U.E.L., upper entrance left. R.F., right flat. 
L.F., left flat. R.C., right of centre. L.C., left of centre. C, centre. CD., centre 
doors. C.R.v centre towards right. C.L.., centre towards left Observing you are 
supposed to face the s^udience. 



HUREAH FOE PAEIS. 



Scene. — A Drawing-Room. Centre doors. Doors s.e.b. and s.e.l, 
French xoindow, u.e.l. Screen before door s.e.l. Piano, b. at hack. 
liable B.C. Cabinet, toiUt bric-a-brac, l. at back. Easel in the middle 
of stiKje, haJfwap back; on the easel a picture covered by a shawL 
JEasy chair, stools, chairs, &g. Small table opposite window, L., on 
tohich are hats and a hat bruslu 

M. Satiqny discovei^ed standing before the easel ; he lifts the shawl, and 
looks at the portrait. 

Savigny. Dear little Paul ! He seems to smile at me. I am satis- 
fied at last. Though painted from memory, I have caught the like- 
ness admirably. 

Enter Bbuno, c. door, 

Savigny. Is that you, Bruno ? 

(Covers the picture hastily, and sits b.o. 

Bruno. Yes, sir, I took the liberty of bringing the newspapers. 

(Down ii.o. 

Savigny. ( Glancing at them. ) The Sylph ! Journal of Fashion 1 
Brnuo, these fire for Madame. 

Bruno. That's true ! (Aside. J See what it is to think forever of 
my Adelaide. 

Savigny. Is Madame at the baths ? 

Bruno. Yes, for the last fifty-nine minutes. 



4 SUEEAH rOE PAEI8 ! 

Savigny. How does she feel to-daj' ? 

Bruno. I can't say how she feels, Monsieur, but 1 feel that she la 
very poorly. 

Savigny. Why do you say that ? 

Bruno. Hasn't monsieur observed, as I have, that the climate of 
Belgium is far from beneficial to a lady of Madame's temperament ? 

Sdvigny. This is the first I've heard of it. 

Bruno. Ever since Madame came to Spa she has grown weaker 
and weaker ; her appetite is goue, her eyes are dim, she is very pale, 
she has, at times, a dry, hacking congh. 

Savigny. You've lost your senses, Bruno, I see none of these 
alarming symptoms. 

Bruno. Monsieur may be right, but I must say that I think the 
air of Paris, the good, healthy air of Paris, would be very much better 
for 

Savigny. (Laughs. ) What fee do you charge, Dr. Bruno ? 

Bruno. (Seriously.) None at all, sir. I give you my advice free 
— gratis— without charge for nothink ! (Si'ihs. 

Savigny. Thank you ! I am going to the studio for half an hour. 
I shall be back to breakfast. Give me my gray hat. (Bruno brings 
a black hat from the table u) My good fellow, when I want a black 
hat I will ask for it. 

(Goes himself and gels the gray hat; is about to leave the room, 
but returns towards Beuno. 

Bruno. I know what monsieur is going to say. "Bruno, don't 
touch the little shawl that covers the picture." Monsieur doesn't 
appreciate me. I'm not one of the fellows that finger everything. 
(Aside. ) I'd rather touch nothing. It's much less fatiguing. 

Savigny. Brush this hat. 

Bruno. ( Takes a brush from l. table, and brushing hard the wrong 
way.) Every morning when mousietir goes out, he says— over and 
over again— •« don't !" (Drops the hat. ) Madame will'be very care- 
ful how she uncovers this picture, after her unfortunate curiosity 
about the last, the one monsieur called the "Aboriginal," or some 
such name. He kept it veiled like this one. (Drops the hat.) 
Madame, a true daugliter of Eve, couldn't stand that. She'd for- 
gotten all iibout Bluebeard ; so, iu spite of the prohibition— probably 
because of it— she lifted tlie veil and saw— well, we won't say what. 
(Drops the hat— aside.) Hang this hat! Wasn't Monsieur angry, 
and w(is)i't Madame confused ! 

Savigny. (Picks up the hat, and takes the brush from Bruno.) 
Give it to me, you will never through with it. 

Bruuo. Is this a companion picture, sir ? (Savigny exits c, icith' 
out answering.) He didn't hear me. At last! Here I am alone! 
(Sits donm in an arm chair.) Now I can think about my Adelaide. 
Oli!^ (To the audience.) You don't know niy Adelaide? Well, 
that's a pity! Imagine an angel. I'll show you her photograph. 
(Takes two photographs from his pocket,- shoios one to the audiehce.) 



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There she is, in the costume of ft comet, just as she looked the night 
I took her to a masked ball, like a ray of light. Her dress had a 
spangled tail— there it is ! (Looks ikenderly at llie photograph. ) And 
here's miue (shows the other) as a Circassian nobleman. I was 
living then with M. Maurice (Madajiie's cousin), and I borrowed the 
dress of him — that is, I took it. I did look wonderfully handsome iu 
it. You should have seen my false beard ! In a moment of enthusi- 
asm Adelaide kissed me. ( Clasping his hands. ) Adelaide, oh ! And 
then she promised to marry me iu a month. Now, see my luck! 
Before the month expired Madame was taken I'll, and that idiot of a 
doctor sent her o£f to Spa. She couldn't go without me, of course, 
and here I am a hundred thousand miles from Adelaide— more or 
less! Oh ! ( T'tkes an enormoiis plain-hnn out of his pocket, and be- 
gins to eat. ) They say love is calculated to destroy one's appetite. 
It improves mine. ( Eating voraciously. ) This separation is killing 
me ! I am trying now to make them tiun me off. ( With his viouth 
full.) I do the most provoking things. I lose half their propert}', 
I break everything I touch, I'm very insolent. I never answer the 
bell, No u.se! You would really think that Monsieur and Madame 
had no eyes, no ears, nor ten:pers. I mean to bring matters to a 
crisis to-(iay. I've got to think of some new and intolerable perform- 
ance. rBe'll rings) There's Madame! (Bell again- he does not 
stir.) Impatient, is she? ( Bell louder than before. ) Madame was 
Bent to Spa to calm her nerves ! (Bed rings violently again and 
again.) The waters haven't done her a bit of good. (Sits in an 
arm-chair.) I know that from her way of ringing. 

Enter Heneiette, door 6.e.r. 

Ilenriette. (Speaks mildly.) Bruno, Bruno, are you deaf? 

Bruno. Not yet, madame. 

Henrieite. What are you doing there? You were asleep ? 

Bruno. Oh, no, madame. I was trying to think. 

( Mysteriously pantomimes with his fingers. 

Henriette. What do you say ? 

Bruno. (Checking himself.) I said I was putting things to 
rights! * ( Crosses to 1.. 

Henriette. (Smilling at the appearance of the room.) Or wrongs! 

Bruno. (Testily.) I was putting things to rights as much as I 
can in a room where I'm forbidden to touch anything, (Aside.) 
She is awfully nervous. Now is the time to strike. 

Henriette, (R.) Help me to clear this table. 

Bruno. (L.) I obe)', madame, but I protest. (Takes a pile of 
hooks in his apron— drops half— as he picks them up, drops the other 
half.) Formerly, before I came to Monsieur Savignj', I lived with 
another painter, who had a young lady, a model, there every day — 
she never dared to touch Monsieur's things. 

Henriette. That is quite another matter. I am the wife of M. 
Saviguy. 



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Bruno. (Aside.) That's a mighty poor reason ! 

Henrielte. Have my newspapers come ? 

Bruno. (Taking them from his pocket.) Here they are, madame, 

Henrietta. Jourual of Fine Arts ! The Archaeologist ! 

Bruno. Beg pardon, my head is tops)'-turvy. llere are madame's 
papers. (Giving her those which are on the table.) Madame, might I 
say a few words ? 

Henriette. What is it ? 

Bruno. Does madame like the way I brush her boots ? 

Henriette. Not very well. Here, take this blottiug-book. 

Bruno. Do I take proper care of Monsieur's clothes ? 

Henriette. Indeed you do not ; you neglect them sadly. 

Bruno. Don't I ? It's very sad. I have ruined your new kid 
boots, and as for the buttons on Monsieur's coat, I literally mow 
them o£f!. It's infamous — that's the word, vifamous ! 

Henriette. Try to do better, that's all. Pass me that statuette. 

Bruno. (Oiviug her the statuette. ) And the way I wait at table! 
It is pitiable ! Madame must remember how I smashed that pile of 
plates — old Sevres— just as easily as if it were earthenware ! And 
that macaroni I spilt on Monsieur's head ! And the curry 1 toppled 
over into the custard! Such a waste, too! Nobody could eat the 
curry, and nobody could eat the custard. If I were Monsieur and 
Madame I should send me flying throiigli the window. 

Henriette. What do you mean, Bruno ? 

Bruno. Why this ! That my heart is elsewhere. Question, Why 
did I come to live with madame ? Answer, To be near my Adelaide ! 

(Strikes an attilude. 

Henrietta. (Smiling. ) And to break my plates ? 

Bruno. (Absent-mindedly. ) Yes, to break your plates— that is, 
no, no, to see my Adelaide at all hours. She is lady's maid to the 
lady that lives opposite to madame. Well, what was the end of it? 
I'd no sooner settled myself in madame's house before madame car- 
ried me off to Belgium, three hundred and ninety-nine miles and a 
halfhom Paris. I've measured it. I want to know from madame 
herself how long she wants to stay at Spa. 

Henriette. Till I am cured. 

Bnmo. When will that be ? 

Henriette. After twentj'-two baths. 

Bruno. And madame has taken ? 

Henrietta. Seven. 

£nmo. Only seven ! (Aside.) Take seven from twenty-two, fif- 
teen remain. Condemned to fifteen more days of anguish ! I can 
never bear it. Three hundred and sixty-five hours before I see my 
Adelaide. Oh, impossible ! Tiie hairs of my heart are turning 
white- (Alond. ) Can't I make madame get rid of me? 

Henrielte. Take care of this Venice glass, I value it. 

Bruno. ( Taking it from Henriette. ) I am sure madame didn't 
pay a cent less than she could have bought it for it Paris, and the^ 



EUBBAH FOB PASIS I 7 

the trouble of taking it home and the duties. (Drops the glass, which 
breaks to pieces. ) T.i-tii-tii ! 

Henrielle. ( Gently. ) Ob, my poor glass ! 

Bruno. (Viideidiy.) It wusu't my fault! The obstinate thing 
wonld slip Ihrougli my fingers. Madame needn't call nie an iuiot, a 
careless fellow! Am 1 to put up with abuse? It's too bad! I'd 
rather give warning at once than be treated like the yciim of the 
ear! Ill 

Htiirielie. ( Astouished. ) Do you want to leave us ? Well, then, 
give me your account-hook. 

Bruno. ( Tnkiinj it onl of his pocket.) Here it is! (Aside, joy- 
futh/. ) There ! Ive done it now ! I'm free, free ! 

lienriette. Bruno, I am sorry for you. I will overlook your con- 
duct. I shouM be grieved to break off your marriage. You can 
stay. Your Adelaide is, no doubt, an honest girl, and woidd not 
marry a mau dismissed from a good place. 

Bnuio. (Aside. ) Tiiat's true ! 1 never thought of that ! Change 
of base! In nautical Linguage, I'll luff! (Aloud.) Madame will 
please pardon a luoment of — of nervous excitement. She may be 
quite sure that in future 

Benrielte. (Smiling.) You will break rather more than usual ! 

Bruno. (Seriously.) That was not exactly what I meant to 
Bay. 

Henrietle. (Laughing.) I should hope not. 

(Begins to look over her neicspaper. 

Bruno. (Aside.) The wisest thing to do would be to drive 
inailame herself back to Paris. Difficult! More difficult than 
smashing china ! 

Henrielle. Bruno ! (Aside. ) What an odd servant ! 

Bruno. (Aside.) If I only knew Ijow to get at her cousin Mau- 
jrice, I'd let him know we were here. He'd come, fast enough. 
Monsieur is a little jealous of him. Oh, as jealous as Madame is of 
that littte actress at the Palais-Royal, Jealousy ! Ah, what a bless- 
ing in families. One never knows happiness until he's had the 
jaundice ! 

Henrielle. Bruno! (Aside.) He is in the clouds ! 

Bruno. (Aside ) Monsieur would get in a fine state of mind, 
and whirl us back to Paris by the first train. Yes, but how can I 
manage it? ( li'Jleds. ) I have it! The photograph of my Ade- 
laide ! Oh ! Ah. ! Here it goes into the pocket of Monsieur's over- 
coat ! (Puts the photograph into Vie pocket) That's enough for 
Madame's jealousy. Tllat's the green-eyed lobster JMadame will par- 
take of, as yhakespeare says. That will do her business, while my 
photo<.Miiph shall drive Monsieur crazy. Capital! It won't be long 
before the house is a lunatic asylum ! 

Jltnrielle. ( Looking up from her paper. ) Bruno! What are you 
doing ? * 

Bruno. I am brushing Monsieur's overcoat. (Holds the coat up» 



8 BUBBAH FOR PABI8 t 

side down, and divers papers and the photograph fall out of the pockets 
and scdtler ahonl. J Well done, stupid ! 

Henrieite. Auother awkwarduess ! 

Bruno. I'm iucoriigible ! AVbat would Monsieur say if be were 
Lere ? 

Henriette. (Picking up photograph.) Whose likeness is this ? I 
don't know it. 

Bmno. Monsieur has had it some months. 

Henriette. ( Lookitig at it.) I can't recall the face. 

Bruno. (Looking over HENBiKTTJi's shoxuder, and speaking aside.) 
Attention! I open fire. (Aloud.) It hxiks like some celehrit}'. 
An actress, perhiips, at the Folies-Mariguy, or (pointedly) the PuUiis- 
Uuval. 

Henriette, (Quickly.) The Palais-Royal i 

Bruno. (Aside, j Lookout! 

Henriette. Bruno, were you ever at the Palais-Royal ? 

Bruno. Yes, Madame, a hundred times. 

Henriette. Do you know an actress named Lisa Bluet? 

Bruno. Yes, hut not so well as some gentlemen who 

Henriette. (Quickly.) Enough! 

Bruno, (Looking (it the photograph.) Madame is right. There is 
a something, hut this one is rather more — no, perhaps rather less 

Henriette. ( With agitation. ) He still tliinks of her ! 

Bruno. (Aside.) Jealousy! There's the lobster ! I told you so! 
(Savigny .tpeaks outside c— Aloud. ) Here's Monsieur coming in to 
breakfast, and I haven't brushed his overcoat. (Aside. ) The clouds 
are gathering, the storm's brewing! Thunder! Lightning! A 
blow-up ! (Exit s. e. l. 

Enter M. Savignt, from c. door. 

Henriette. (B.C., aside.) I will make him own it. Here he is ! 

Savigny. (l.c.) Well, my darling, why don't you kiss me for 
good morning? 

Henriette. (Aside.) Excuse me. 

Savigny. How are yen to-day ? 

Henriette. Very ill — that^s to saj', very well! 

Savigny. Does your head ache ? 

Henriette. No ! (Satigny rings the helL 

Re'enter Bbuno, instantly, s.e.l, 

Savigny. ( To Bruno. ) Has anything come for me ? 

Bnuio. No. monsieur, notliink ! 

S'lvigny. Strange ! I expected a letter. 

Henriette. ( Qnickhj. ) From your mother, no doubt ? 

S-iviyny. No, the Paris mail was in long ago. From Gaston, at 
Vichy. 

Bru7io. (Aside— a little up l.) Ho, M. Gaston is at Vichy ! I'm 
glad to know it ....... 



HUBBAH FOB PABIS ! 9 

Eenriette. (Aside.) Vichy! Ah! (Aloud.) Vichy is a charm- 
ing place, is it jiot? 

iSdvigny. Chaiuiiug! 

Henrielie. You weut there often before our marriage, didn't you ? 

ISiivigvy. For the waters, yes ; bat now my health is perfect, 
thanks to you and 

Henrietle. (Nervously.) Wasn't it at Vichy that the Palais-Roj'al 
troupe was playing two years ago ? 

Sdvigny, Yes. 

IIe)irieUe. Did you go to the theatre ? 

Sdvigny. Yes. 

Heiirletle. Every night ? 

Sdvigny. Yes, 

Htnrielte. (More and more nervous.) Then, perhaps, you saw a 
certain actress named Lise Bluet, more remarkable for the innocence 
of her name and the beauty of her face than for her talents ? 

Suvigny. Yes. 

Heiirielle. Did you hear of a duel about this — lady, between a cele- 
brated literary man and a young artist who expects to be cele- 
brated. 

S(cvigny. Yes. 

Henrietle. Tlie artist was wounded ; but I am told he triumphed 
in other ways, he won the lady ? 

Sdvigny. Yes. 

Henriette. Au actress! There's a name invented, I believe, for 
just such actresses — women without talent, only engaged for their 
pretty faces? 

Savigny. Yes, 

JJenrieUe. They are called utility actresses are they not ? 

Sdvigny. Yes. 

Henrielie. Their utility is displayed in striking tableaux, is it 
not? In fetes, and fiery scenes. They wear strange funcy-dresses — 
beginning late and ending early — such as the White Cat, the Rain of 
Gold, a JSalad-Dressing, often a Star, a Constellation, sometimes a — 
Comet ! 

Savigiiy. Yes. 

Henrietle. (Showing him the photograph.) Don't you think it very 
like her? 

Savigny. No. 

Henriette. ( Grovcing excited. ) Why have you never taken me to 
the Palais-Royal ? I know young girls can't go there, but is there 
any reason why a married woman shouldn't enjoy good acting ? 

Sdvigny. No. 

Hoirieile. (Irritated.) Why have you never told me anything 
about your affairs? Wliy didn't you tell me about your duel about 
that lady ? Do you suppose I should be such a fool as to be jealous 
of the past ? 

Savigny. No. 



10 HUBBAH FOB PABIS ! 

Bi'uno. Oh, no ! (Savigny turns indignantly — Bbuno turns aside.) 
Oh, yes! 

Ileurietle. (Explosively.) Then yon are much mistaken ! I am 
jealous, very jealous of your late romance ; simply because you never 
told me about it. Ah, you haven't got to the last chapter of it 
yet, or you wouldn't keep her photograph in your pocket next your 
heart ! 

Savigny. I don't keep her photograh for the good reason that I 
never had it. 

He^irietle. A likely story ! 

Savigny. It may not be likely, but it is true. 

Henrielte. Then njay I ask liow I happened to find it on the 
floor just where Bruno was brushing your overcoat? Bruno saw it 
too! 

Savigny, For heaven's sake don't bring Bruno into this discussion. 
C Perceives Buuno, who during this dialogue has been grinning at door, 
B.E.ii., u)id making signs.) What are you doing here? 

Brtmo. I'm waiting till monsieur tells me to go. 

Savigny. Begone ! 

Bruno. I'm gone ! ( Exit b.-e.j^. 

Savigny. ( To Henbiette, to/io sits doion. ) Now, Henriette, listen 
to me. I don't know how this picture got here, but I swear to 
you 

Henriette. That it is not the portrait of Mademoiselle Lise Bluet ? 

Savigny. Yes. 

Henriette. Well, if it is not Mademoiselle Lise Bluet, who is it 
then? 

Savig)>y. I don't know anything about it. 

Henriette. You are a very poor deceiver. 

Savigny. I'll try to improve. 

Henriette. I assert positively that that is the portrait of your old 
flame developed into a comet ! 

Savigny. You are mistaken, 

Henriehe. Prove it by giving me that photograph for my album. 

Savigny. To be sure, take it ! ( Gives it to her, 

Henriehe. I understand ! You have plenty more ! 

Savigny. C Inipatieidly.) Conie, put an end to tliis ! 

Henriehe, Oh, you are angry, are you? I've touched the right 
spot at last. I shall retire to my room. {Swig-hy dues not stir. ) I 
forbid you to follow me. (He does not move.) Ah, I will be re- 
venged! (ExUb.k.r. 

Be-enter Bbuno, s.e.l., feather-duster in hand, and pretending to dast 
llie furniture. 

Bruno. (Aside.) We are getting on finely ! That lobster's three 
parts cooked ! At this rate we shall be off to Paris this evening. 
Ah, she little knows what awaits her, my Adelaide. 

( Flourishing his feathers. 



HUKBAH FOR PARIS ! 11 

Siivigny. (Much agitated, and stalking hastily up and down, Bruno 
folio loing him. ) Life will be iutolerable — mukiug me such a sceue 
— to Die, a model Luybaud ! 

Bruno. (Aside, foUoiclng liirn step hy step.) Oood, I tell that to 
Madauje afler we get to Paris. 

Saviginj. ( Si ill walking.) But if I'm to have tbe odium of it, I'll 
make up for lost time. 

Bruno. (Aside, folloioing. ) I sba'n't tell that to Madame. 

Savigny. (Still walking.) Heiiriette is good, I kuow that, but she 
is passiouate aud jealous to excess. 

Bruno. (Aside, still following. ) He's not jealous? Oh, no ! A 
regular Othello, minus the blacking ! 

Sdvigny, ( Walking faster than, ever.) If I don't put a stop to 
this, our home will become a hell! Suppose, to punish her, I were 
to go off to Vichy with Gaston ? 

Bruno. (Aside. J Bless him ! Then Madame and I will go to 
Paris. 

Savigny. (Stopping sJiort and reflecting.) No! Anger is a vile 
counsellor. Henriette is 3'ouug and inexperienced. I ought to con- 
sider her jealousy a proof of love. An honest, straight-forward ex- 
planation is the right thing. 

Bnino. ( Who has stopped short behind him — Aside.) No, no, I'm 
opposed to that. 

Savigny. ( Walking again. ) I'll take the first step. She'll thank 
me for it. ( (joes to Henriette's door, s.e.r., and knocks. 

Henriette. ( Williin, s.e.r. ) I'm not at home — I'm out. 

Savigny. (Smiling.) Still furious ! Bruno ! Bruno ! 

( Turns suddenly, and runs against Bruno. 

Bruno. Here I am, sir, at your heels ! 

Savigny. And what are you doing at my heels, sirrah ? 

Brxino. (R.) Waiting orders. 

Savigny. Well, give me somethiug to write with. (Aside.) I've 
been to hasty ! Half a dozen kind words, and all will be for- 
gotten. 

Bruno. (Aside.) We'll see about that ! My portrait — from Cir- 
cassia — will put a flea in his ear ! That will make him hop ! The 
male and female lobster will be at it then. Iioant to go to Paris, 
and I me'in to go to Paris. ( Slips Ids photograph inlo lln^Ri^TrK's 
hlotting-book and arraiiges it on Vie table. ) Here is all monsieur wants 
— pens, paper, ink — (Aside) — and a portrait which he doesu't 
want. 

Savigny. Very good ! ( Opens the blotter and sees the photograph. ) 
What's that? 

Bnino. (Aside. ) Beginning of the second chapter ! 

Savigny. A strange face auioug my wife's papers ! 

Bruno. (Aside. ) A strange face, indeed ! Not as strange as he 
thinks for. Attention! I'm going to charge! (Aloud.) It's a 
handsome gentleman disguised as a Circassian — from Gircassia. 



12 BUBRAH roil PARIS I 



Hiisu't lilaclame got a cousin who travelled in those parts? Perhaps 
it's lie. 

Sdvigvy. You're u fool ! 

BrnhO. ( Aside, lauijUUKj. ) Not// 

^.av'ujhy. (Aside.) The fellow umy be right, after nil! I have 
only seen that Maurice once, and then at a distauce, but I could 
Bwtar to his curroty red beard. (AloxLd.) Well, he's au ugly 
briile! 

Bniuo. (Aside, discomJiUed. ) Hang him, he is bliuded with 
jealousy ! 

Sivl'pii}. Henriette loved him before she knew me. They were 
eiigjiged when she was a mere girl, There's a good deal iu first love ! 
It's tenacious as the devil ! 

Brniio. (Aside. J That's the way I loved my Adelaide ! Iu her 
swaddling clothes, and nothing can extirpate her image from my 
heart ! 

Savifptg. But if she loves him, why ]->ut on that jealousy of 
me? Was it a nisei' Did she hope to drive me away? To get 
rid of me? Yes! Ko doubt the cousiu is here waiting a favorable 
moment. 

Bruno. (Nodding — aside.) Hi, do j'ou seethe green-eyed mon- 
ster hopping round ? Hi, hi— st' boy ! 

Saviijny. ( Turning round. ) Bruno, tell Madame I wish to speak 
to her at once — at once, do yon hear ? (Henriette opens door s.e.b. 

Bruno. Monsieur, here is Madame. 

Enter Henriette, door s.e.r. 

Sdvlgny. Very good ; begone! (Aside.) Now for a te(e-a-leete. 

Bruno. (Aside, pointing to the scieen. ) A triangular lete-a-tete, 
if you please, sir. I'm not to be left out in the cold. 

( Kut s.K.L. — Comes hack instantly and slips behind the screen, 

ire)irieUe. (r ) I have reflected soberly. I beg you to pardon my 
late excitement which was hasty and ill-advised. My sense of pro- 
priety forbids me to place the portrait of a — Lise Bluet iu my album 
beside those of your mother and sister. I have, therefore, the honor 
to return it. 

Bruno. (Popping his head above the screen. ) A first-rate observa- 
tory ! 

Savlgny. (Sharply.) A good offer, madame ; we will now make 
an exchange. 

Henriette. I don't understand you. 

Bruno. (Aside. ) I do ! 

Savlgny. Give and take ! For me, that picture — for you, iliis one! 
( Gives her the photograph of Bruno. 

Henriette. A portrait ! Whose portrait, if you please ? 

Savigny. You ought to know better than I do. I found it in your 
blotting-book. 



HUBBAH FOB PA BIS ! 13 

Henriette. Ab, indeed! So j'ou coudesceud to spy among my 
papers ! 

Bruno. (Aside.) Pretty good that ! 

Savigny. By accident, I assure you. 

Bruno. (Aside.) Tliat's me ! I'm the accident ! 

Ilenrielle. I wish I could believe you, sir. The whole charge is 
absurd. 

Siivitpiy. Absurd ? Do you mean to say you deny that this photo- 
graph belongs to you? I might have known you would ! You liave 
forgotten that I atu well aware your cousin Maurice went to a bull at 
the Turkish Euibassy in that very dress. 

Bruno. (Aside.) The crash is coming ! 

Huviqny. (Violently.) As u Circassian, and thai is he I 

Bruno. (Aside.) Is U ? 

S(tvi(jny. It is much flattered, but I recognised it instantly. 

Ilenrielle^ (Looks at it sniiUn<j. ) It is my cousin ? 

Savigny. (Furiously.) You confess it ? 

Ilenrielle, I? Not at all! I said, it is my cousin? Note of in- 
terrogation — ns if 1 had said, do you think it is my cousin? 

Sifvigny. Don't equivocate. You owned it ! 

Ilenrielle, Well, if you insist ; oh, certainly — yes! 

Bruno. ^ Aside. ) Well, that's queer ! She recognises him too ! 

Suvigny. ( With an angry gesture, flinging himself into an arm- 
chair.) I now understand— fully understand— your lute threats. 

Bruno. (Aside.) What a fool I am ! Slie is only tricking 
bun ! 

Ilenrielle. (Aside.) I don't know where the picture came from, 
but if it will ot)ly make him jealous, I'll profit by it I 

Savigny. (Rising, and .speaking hillerly.) Miidame, if you regret 
that you are my wite, it would have been honest, it would have been 
loyal to have told me so, but to leave about — in your blottiug-book — 
in this shameless way a portrait. 

Ilenrielle. (Ironically.) Evil communications corrupt good man- 
ners, a bad example, sir, is contageous ! 

Savigny. ( Furious. ) I see your little game, madame ! 

Henriette. I can guess yours ! 

Bruno. (Aside. ) Hot and heavy ! I'll keep out of range ! 

Savigny. As Monsieur Maurice possesses your love 

Ilenrielle. If Mademoiselle Lise Bluet occupies your heart 

Savigny. Let us make an end of it ! 

Henriette. Yes, let us make an end of it ! 

Bruno. (Aside. ) I'm glad of that ! I'm getting tired ! 

Henriette. In our position there is but one word to say. 

Stvigny. Say it, if you dare. 

Ilenrielle. And why shouldn't I dare? 

Bnuio. (Aside.) Precisely ; why shouldn't she dare ? I dare do 
all that may become a woman ! Booh 1 



14 HUEBAB FOB PA BIS 1 

Ilenrieile. The word is synonymons with freedom, with deliver- 
ance. 

tJiiviguy. Well, then, say it ! I nin waiting ! 

Bruno. (Aside.) W^e are waiting ! 

Heiiricile. With impatience ! 

S'(vUj)nj. With refcii<,'iiati()ii ! 

BiHiio. ( Aside. ) With anxiety ! 

llejiiietle. Well, then, (pausing) let US separate ! 

Bruno. (Aside, icavlnij hisfedthers.) Here we are at last! 

ISiivigny, ( Bltltvly.) I lor«j;et that women have every courage ex- 
cept the connive they ought to have ! 

Henrieiie. (Bowing.) I start for Paris immediately. 

Bruno. (Aside.) I'll go and pack my trunk in u big bandanna 
handkerchief I ( Ex,ii h.kl. 

Ileurittle. To-morrow I shall sleep once more under njy mother's 
root ! 

Savigny. ^ly lawyer shall meet you there. Do not fear, madame, 
yon shall be well provided lor. 

Ilenrieile. How very amiable ! Will you excuse me ? I nnist 
pack my trunks. ( SarcasLicidhj. ) You may inspect them before I 
leave, if you wish it. 

Savigny. I take the two o'clock train for Vichy. Gastou expects 
me. 

Henrieiie, Ah, true, the Palais-Royal Ironpe is now there. 

Savigny. Tiiank you for the information. 

Henrieiie. You were ignorant of it? 

tS'ivigny. Perfectly ! 

Henrieiie. ( Loolcimi (d>ont the room and crossing to cabinet, u.e.l.) 
I had better make two piles, of the things tliat belong to you 
and the things that belong to me. Here are your colors— your 
easel. 

Savigny. (k.) Don't touch that picture ! 

He)irielle. ( Pointedly. ) You need not be so frightened. Here are 
your portfolios. 

Sivigny. Where are my shirts, my 

Henrieiie. Pardon me ! If I am no longer your wife, such things 
caimot be mentioned before me. Here is your — your linen, your 

coats, your dressing-gown 

(Throws everylhing in a heap on the floor. 

S((vigny. Would it be a liberty if I ask you to handle my things 
more carefully ? 

Henrieiie. Oh, no ! There ! Now we have onlv to divide the 
biic-a-brac, which we collected on our journey. Whom does this 
stahKtte belong to? 

S ivigny. To you ; yon brought it at Bmssels for sixtv francs. 

Henrieiie. Yes, l)Ut i had oiilv thirty francs in iny purse— you paid 
the rest. It belongs, therefore, to ns. What's to be done ? 

Savigny, (Politely,) Keep it I 



HUBBAH FOB PAEIS ! 15 



Henrietie. ( Willi dignity. ) I wish to have what is mine, and noth- 
ing that is not mine. 

Savujny. There is one way — violent, but decisive. ( Takes a knife, 
and cuts the siatatte in two.) I've cut the Gordian knot. 

lieiirielle. Solomon himself couhlu't do better. 

iSuvigny. (With knife in one Juuul and statuette in the other.) 
"Which end will you have ? Heads or tail.s ? 

He)iridie, I have no preference. But time presses. 

(Rings the hell, 
Be-enter Bbuno, s.e.l, 

Bruno. (Aside.) Good heavens, a knife in his hand! Oh, this 
is going too far ! (Aloud. ) Did madame ring for help ! 

Henrietie. Nonsense ! Call a cab. 

Savitpiy. Call two. 

Bru)io. (Aside ) They're at daggenj drawn, and if they attempt 
to he reconciled, I've (slyty) got a little game. I sha'n't tell anything 
more. (Exit s.k.l. 

8avig)!y. The bie is cast ! 

Hunrielte. Yes, cast. (Aside.) Not a regret I 

Savigny. (As<de.j Not one tear ! (Aiond.) So, then, madame, 
you leave me with a smile upon your lips, hypocrisy ia your 
eyes and in your heart. False wife, you have deceived me ; un- 
worthy mother, you desert your offspring, that little blonde 
angel ! 

Henriette, (Choking with anger.) What infamous language ! 

Savigny. You have forgotten your child for the last three months. 
Do you want a proof of it? We have been iu Holland. Bohemia, 
even Bavaria — the land of toys — and you never once thought of our 
little Paul. You have not sent him the smallest plaything. 

Be-enter Bruno, s.e.l.. and hides behind the screen. 

Bruno. (Aside.) My packing is done. Let's see how they are 
getting on. 

Henrietie. Here is my answer. 

( Opens a little trunk filled with toys and spills them out over the 
floor. 

Bruno. (Aside.) Bless its ! 

Saviguy. You meant to give them privately ! Ah, I recognize you 
there. You hoped to wean the love of that little angel from his 
father ! 

Henriette. That little angel, as yoiT call him, hasn't been much in 
your thoughts. You were three days at Nuremberg, and \ ou did not 
even buy him a Pulichinelle ! 

Saviguy. I make answer ! (Draws from under tlie table an enor- 



mous Folichinelle. ) Behold 



16 HUBBAH FOR PARIS ! 

Bruno. (Aaide.) My pracions, what a Pollysheneel I That's 
bij< euough to reconcile them ! I shall have to pla}' my great 
card ! 

Ilemieile. So j-ou kept it hidden ! Perhaps your iuteutious were 
worse thau mine. 

Brniio. (Asile.) Now then, attention ! Charge of the third 
brigade! (Knocks icilh Vie haiiale of las feaiher-dnsier o)i. llie door, 
and pretends to eider — Aloud, c.) Monsieur! (Shows a letter in ike 
p<dm <f liis li(t)id, and makes believe io hide it as soon as IlicuBiKira 
sees it. ) Madame ! 

(Holds np another for her^ and hides it as soon as M. Savigny 
looks (it it. 

Savigny, What's all this telegrapliing? 

Bruno. (Droppiiiif }iis eyes as if coufxised. ) "Well, I can't say. 
I — I — oh ! I'm no hand at diplomatics. I'd rather own everything. 
The truth is, two ])er8ons came here and gave me letters — a letter for 
madanie and a letter for munsieur — and one of them said, "Bruno, 
my lad, give it to madame when monsieur's back is turned ;" 
and the other said, "Give it to monsieur (prodigious wink) wlien 
iiuidame's gone to bed." But I'm au honest leliow. I'm no hand 
at deceit. 

Ilenrielle. Give them to me ! (Bruno gives a letter to each. 

Savigny. And go ! 

Bruno. Oph, off! (Crosses to l. — aside.) If they make it up 
after that, 111 eat my feather-duster. 

(Exit s.K.L. — Comes hack and pops behind the screen. 

Savigny. (Aside, looking at the note i?i Henrietxis's hand. J It 
must be from Maurice ! 

llenriette. (Aside, looking at the note in M. Savignt's hand.) The 
audacity of that Lise Bluet ! 

S'tvigny. You are not reading your mysterious letter? 

Henriehe. I might say the same thing of you. 

Suvigny. Curiosity is not my vice. 

Henriehe. You have no vices. 

Savigny. ( Boicing low. ) Too good ! 

Henriehe. Pern»it me to remark that you are not at all gallant. 
Your billet-doux is doubtless from that — that lady (scornfully) who 
awaits you at Vichy. 

SciVigny. Possibly ! Pray attend to your own. 

(Points to the letter in her hand. 

Henriette. By and by. 

Savigny. Why not now ? 

Henriette. Curiosity is not one of my defcts. 

Sa vigny. You have no defects. 

Henriette. ( Curtseying profoundly. ) Too good 1 Why don't you 
tell me this note if from my cousin Maurice? 

Savigny. I may not say it, but I think it. 

Henrieile. Perhaps you are right. (Moves away, up lu 



fttfBftAa f OR f AEfS ! 17 

Savigny. Whre are yon goiug ? 

Heiirieile. To the wiuclows to read it. 

Savig)iy. To hide j'oiir emotion ! 

Jlenrietle. At tbe poiut we bave reached, why need I hide my emo- 
tion ? Why need I feel any ? 

Savigiiy, Very true ! You are flying in the face of all decency. 

Heiaiette. How charming ! 

Savigny. ( To HENBiETTis, who is moving away, ) Stay ! I com- 
mand you! 

Bruno. ( Suddenly appearing behind the screen— -Aside. ) It's get- 
dug dramatic ! 

Savigny. You shall not leave the room. So long aa we are not 
separated, I am your master, because I am your husband. 

Heiirielie. (In abiting io)ie.) And because you are the strongest. 

Savigny. Give me that letter. 

Henrietle. I shall do no such thing ! You can try force if you 
like. 

(M. Saviont shrugs his shoulders The cracking of whips is 
heard. 

Savigny, Here are the cabs ! 

Bruno. (Aside. ) My ! 1 am glad of it ! 

Henriette. May I ask you for my cashmere shawl ? 

(Points to the one which covers the picture* 

Savigny, Take it, madam, 

Bruno. (Aside.) Now we'll get to the bottom of that mys- 
tery ! 

Ilenrieite, (Speaking rapidly.) I have sworn never to go near 
that easel. I keep my oaths. Do you think I would expose myself 
to the risk of looking at tliat picture? Never! 1 know very well 
what it is ! Tlie i)ortriiit of Mademoiselle Lise IMuet, enlarged, 
improved, but ( toilk tremendous sarcasm) not corrected. (Without 
replying, M. Savigny removes the shawl. ) Oh, oh, Paul, my little 
sou 1 He looks at me, he smiles, he seems to speak to me ! 

( Covers her face. 

Bruno. (Aside.) Hang it, there's all my scaffolding dowu 1 
No, stop 1 The letters — they'll do the business. Patience, lago, 
patience ! 

Henrietle. (To Savigny.) And I accused you so shamefully! 
But how coxdd you make such a likeness from memory ? 

Sivlqny. Dear boy ! I see him with the eyes of my heart. 

Henrieite. Ah, my friend, forgive me ; forgive my injustice, my 
ill temper. And as for those villauous letters, here's mine. 

Suvigny. Here's mine : read it. 

Henrieite. Let's read them together. 

Bruno. (Aside.) Now for my hour of triumph ! (Folds his arms 
above the screen and looks up. ) There's a tableau — Ajax defying thd 
lightning! 

S)>vigny <fc Henrietle. ( With peals if hinghter. ) Delicious ! 



18 HURRAH FOR PARIS ! 

Bt'wio. (Aside.) What are they laughing at? They ought not 
to langh. That's not iu the piograiume ! 

Henrielle. (Reading.) "Sir, Monsieur Maurice de Trany has 
just arrived at Spa. Be ou your guard. A friend to husbands." 
Poor Maurice ! 

Sdvigyiy. (Reading.) "Take care, Madame. Mademoiselle Lisa 
Bluet, actress at the Palais-Royal, has been fourtyate liours iu 
tiiis town. A friend to wives." (Laughing.) That poor Lisa 
Bluet ! 

Henrieiie. It's a joke. 

Saviguy. It's a wager. 

Henrielte, That way of spelling forty-eight — (Spelling it) — f-o-u-r- 
t-y-a-t-e— is not altogether unknown to me. 

Savigny. I'll call Bruno. (Buuno hastily exits s.e.t-.) "We can 
find out through him who brought the letters. (Rings the bell. 

Henriette. IBehold the fate of cousin Maurice ! 

Savigny. See how I value Mademoiselle Lise Bluet ! 

( They tear up the pliotograplts at the same momsnt. 

Re-enter Bruno, door s.e.l. 

Bruno. Did madame ring? ( Sees the pictures in pieces. ) Good 
Leavens, my Adelaide in halves ! Oh ! And that poor Bruno iu 
quarters ! Ah, oh, ah ! I shall have the jaundice directly ! 

Savigny. What's all this ? 

Henriette. He has made a fool of us ! (Picking up Bruno's ac- 
count-book, and txirning over the leaves. ) See here ! "One pound of 
wax c-A\\d\fid fourtyate sous." (Shows Bruno the book and the anony- 
mons letter.) They are the same handwriting, Bruno. 

Bruno. (Falling absurdly on his knees, ) Forgive me, oh, forgive 
me, madame ! Love aloue is guilty ! That little demon emptied his 
quiver into my ardent heart ! ( Weeps. 

Savigny. "What is he saying? 

Bruno. I couldn't live (sob) far from my Adelaide, (sob) and I 
wanted to make madame take me back to Paris. Oh, oh, oh ! 

Henriette. But these photographs? 

Bruno. That's my adored, my beautiful Adelaide, (sob) and the 
otlier is j^our humble servant, Bruno ! Oh, oh ! ( Goes up. 

Savigny. I begin to understnnrl ! "We were the puppets, and he 
pulled the strings! Pleasant! 1 think, Henriette, we will never 
mention cousin Maurice again. 

Henriette. And as for that Lise Bluet— let us say no more, but get 
back as fast as we can to our little blonde angel in Paris. 

Savigny. " Hin-rah for Paris I" 

Bruno. "Hurrah for Paris !" I've clone it somehow ! 

( Comes down l. 

Savigny. You here ! I shall send you back to Normandy, to your 
father. 



HTTRBAH TOn PARIS ! 19 

Bruno, To father! Farewell, my Adelaide, my Adelaide, fare- 
well! I shall die! 

Henriette. ( To Saviqny. ) We are happy ourselves. Let us for- 
give him, 

Sdvlgny. (Lfinghiyicf.) Very good, The beautiful Adelaide will 
probably punish him worse tliau we should. 

Briuio. (To the andience. ) I'll risk it I Don't you love my 
Adelaide? Oh, you do? That's right, say so. Then "Hurrah for 
Paris!" 



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48 Out in the Streets. 




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51 All's Fair in Love and War 




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57 The Cream of Love. 




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79 De Octoroon. 




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82 Mumbo Jum, 




10 Villikins and hisDinah, 


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63 Juba. 


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27 New Year's Calls. 


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67 Old Zip Coon, 


103 De Cream ob Tenors. 




30 Rooms to Let. 


68 Cooney in de Hollow, 


104 Old Uncle Billy. 




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105 An Elephant on Ice. 




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106 A Manager in a Fix. 




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2 Boarding School. 

3 The Spitfire. 

4 Irish Dragoon. 

5 School for Tigers. 

6 Gabrielle de Belle Isle. 

7 Tipperary Legacy. 

8 Deeds of Dreadful Note. 

9 A Peculiar Position. 

10 A Private Inquiry. 

11 I'll Tell Your Wife. 

12 Fast Family. 

13 Antony and Cleopatra 

Married and Settled. 

14 My Friend in the Straps. 

15 School for Scheming (Love 

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16 Our Mary Anne. 

17 Miseries of Human Life. 

18 An Irish Engagement. 

19 How to Settle Accounts 

With Your Laundress. 

20 Advice Gratis. 

21 A Hasty Conclusion. 

22 Weak Points. 

23 Grace Darling. 

24 A Gray Mare. 

25 Middle Temple. 

26 The Original. 

27 'Jhe Sentinel. 

28 Tiger at Large. 

29 Why Did You Die? 

30 Sayings and Doings. 

31 'Fwin Brothers. 

32 Ask no Questions. 

33 Cure for Coquettes. 

34 Cabin Boy. 

35 Who Stole the Spoons? 

36 Mrs. Gamps Tea and Turn 

37 Village Doctor. [Out 

38 Family Pride. 

39 Queen Mary. 

40 Three Grocers. 

41 Race Ball. 

42 Presented at Court. 

43 A Sign of Affection. 

44 Dancing Barber. 

45 Who's Your Friend ? 

46 Charity. 

47 Wicked World, [ing Well 

48 Mother and Child are Do- 



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56 Fruits of the Wine Cup. 

57 Aunt Dinah's Pledge. 

58 Yankee Peddler. 

59 Vermont Wool Dealer. 

60 Persecuted Dutchman. 

6 1 Stage-Struck Yankee. 

62 The Limerick Boy(Paddy 

Miles Boy). 

63 Drunkard's Home. 

64 Bachelor's Bed-Room. 

65 Perfection(The Cork Leg). 

66 More Blunders Than One. 

67 Whisky Fiend. 

68 Quite at Home. 

69 Sir Dagobert and the 

70 Putting on Airs. [Dragon. 

71 A Slight Mistake. 

72 Patches and Powder. 

73 To Let, Furnished. 

74 The Lost Heir. 

75 Is the Man Mad? 

76 A Trip to Cambridge. 

77 Twenty and Forty. 

78 Hob-Nobbing. 

79 The Great Eastern. 

80 Three Guesses. 

81 Getting up in the World. 

82 Wardrobe. 

83 Generous Jew. 

84 A Crumpled Rose Leaf. 

85 Wild Flowers. [Ladies. 

86 Don't All Speak At Once, 

87 Woman Nature Will Out. 

88 Aunt Betsy's Beaux. 

89 Child of Circumstances. 

90 Women's Club. 

91 Shamrock. 

92 The Changelings. 

93 Society for doing good 

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94 Matrimony. 

95 Refinement. 

96 Master-piece. 



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07 Prison and Palace. 

08 The Bailiff's Daughter. 

09 La Cigale. 

10 Broken Promises. 

11 The Broken Seal. 

12 Betsy's Profile. 

13 Going Through Him. 

14 Male and Female. 

15 Thoughts before Marriage 

16 Diplomacy. 

17 Our Professor. 

18 Hurrah for Paris. 

19 Tittlebat a Father. 

20 Cross Purposes. 

21 Love to Music. 

22 Carried by Assault. 

23 The Locked Door. 

24 Those "Cussed" Waves. 

25 Masquerading for Two. 

26 The Love Flower. 

27 Oh, My Uncle ! 

28 The Dawn of Love. 

29 Juliet's Love Letter. 

30 Bric-a-Brac. 

31 A Cousin to Them All. 

32 The Wanderer's Return. 

33 Uncle Jack. 

34 The Married Widows. 

35 Foresight; or. My Daugh- 
ter's Dowry. 

36 Muolo the Monkey. 

37 Too Windy for an U m- 
brella. 

38 Beauty and the Beast. 

39 Cinderella. 

40 Rosebud; or, the Sleeping 
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41 The Princess. 

42 Rumplestiltskin. 

43 Skinflint. 

44 One Must Marry. 



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12 All in der Family. 

13 Who Got the Pig ? 

14 A Mad Astronomer. 

15 A Purty Shure Cure. 



16 I Love Your Wife. 

17 The Ould Man's Coat tails. 

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19 Let Those Laugh WhoWin 

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